I think that discussing what I did while getting ready for my brothers wedding would be a good place to start. To set the scene: It was a busy morning. Jackson slept horribly the night before and didn't get to bed until after midnight because his belly was hurting. Everyone wakes up in good moods. The boys go off to the Football Hall of Fame (I was totally jealous) and the girls head to the reception hall to set up center pieces and such and to get our hair done in the brides room. I didn't bring my stuff to get ready because I thought that I would have to take Vettori back to nap, but the little angel napped there. So we stayed and helped longer than we thought. Around 1:00 p.m. my mom, Vettori and I headed back to the hotel to meet the boys and get ready. They were trying to nap so I did what I could in the dark. We had to be back for pictures at 2:30 p.m. since we are all in the wedding. When they got up we got them into their tuxes and Vettori into her dress. I went to put on my dress I realized it was in my mom's room. So I ran up and got it and it was very wrinkled from being in my carry-on bag on the plane. I read the tag and it says "cool iron when necessary." I say to my mom that I'm afraid that I would burn a hole in the dress and I asked her to set the iron for me. She sets it and I start ironing. We're chatting and I get through the back and then turn it over. It turns out that my mom set it on the highest setting and it took about that amount of time to get hot. So when I put the iron on the front side by the pocket, it burns a hole in the dress....this was approximately 1:50...40 minutes before pictures. I gasp and kinda yell "I just burned a hole in my dress" and begin to panic. My mom then looks at it and gasps herself. Luckily my mother is a very handy person who doesn't panic and thinks quickly, so she tells me to call the front desk and ask for safety pins or a sewing kit. And they had a sewing kit so my mom went to work. Thank goodness or I would have been wearing jeans and boots...I didn't bring much else and I don't sew. But I am now motivated to learn. I do find it ironic that I can suture people and do on a regular basis, but I'm intimidated by a dress and a sewing kit, but I digress.
Today I took some pictures of the dress the way that I wore it and then I undid the thread and took some pictures of the hole for your enjoyment. It is once again very wrinkled from being in our suitcase on the way home, but you get the idea.
Here's the dress after the patch job. You can hardly tell, right?
A close up of the fantastic job my mom did.
Yes, it is singed and crusty around the edges....sexy is the word that you're looking for.
We had a ton of fun at the wedding and reception and all was fine, but it was a close call. I am not blaming this on my mom (totally) because how can you be holding an iron and not realize that it's hot? Totally my fault.
Example 2: On the day of Jackson and Dominick's last baseball games we spent all morning at the ball fields. Jackson's Tball game was at 9:00 a.m. and Dom's coach pitch was at 10:30. Sometime around noon or so we start loading up the car. It was getting hot so I take my cell phone out of the pocket of my sweatshirt so that I can put the sweatshirt in the trunk. I place my cell phone on the roof of the car. I put my sweatshirt and the baseball stuff in the trunk. While I'm getting Jackson buckled in John shuts the trunk and gets in the drivers seat. I then shut Jackson's door and get in the passenger seat. We are on our way home (approximately 15 minutes later) and the phone rings. I ask John if it's his phone or mine. He says his but I go to look for my phone anyway and it hits me. I turn to John and say "I think we have a little problem." I tell him that I left my phone on top of the car and he just shakes his head and laughs at me. We turn around and go back, but it wasn't in the parking lot or at the desk. On the bright side, we have insurance and when I called to get it replaced they upgraded me to the 3D phone. It's pretty cool.
The Sunday before last the Steelers were playing the Ravens. It's sometime in the 3rd quarter and we've been watching from the beginning. So to say that I'm very invested in the game is an understatement. They scan the crowd and lots of terrible towels were waving and I look at John and say "there sure are alot of Steelers fans there." And he responds, "that makes sense since they are playing in Pittsburgh." I just shook my head and said "you're going to tell my brother that I said that aren't you?" And he replied "of course I am."
And last but not least. Way back in July my brother turned 28. I sent him a birthday card, but instead of putting his address on it, I put my aunts address. He has never lived at that house. It would be kinda understandable if I put my parents address...but my aunts....no clue why I would do that, except I'm losing it a little. I'm a mere shell of my former self. I'm pretty sure that during my pregnancies I lost brain cells that I can never get back and I'd be willing to bet that these kids continue to suck more braincells from me daily.
Who would have thought that the irreversible brain damage didn't happen due to all of the alcohol I consumed in college, but instead by those tiny little humans that call me mom. Amazing really....especially if you knew me back then!
Until next time....
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